The taboo feeling of it all – picturing him working himself to orgasm behind me and the way he rubbed his cum into my skin – really turned me on. Silas’ hand stopped its movement across my back, and I moaned into my pillow as he continued to work his fingers in and out of me.
All of these sensations collided together shooting me straight into fucking orbit as I came harder than I ever have before, harder than I even knew a person could!
My eyes closed as they rolled back in their sockets, and my * clenched tightly around his fingers.
I bit into the pillow to hold back a scream would have woke the neighbors but instead I managed to muffle into a moan, all while Silas continued to pump his thick fingers into me prolonging my orgasm.
My stomach clenched so hard that I had to have pulled a muscle, but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it until my orgasm began to slowly recede.
My breathing came out in ragged gasps as I collapsed onto my belly. Blood pounded in my ears and little bursts of light flashed behind my closed lids. I had no idea something like what I’d just experienced was even possible!
Silas’ fingers stayed planted inside of me as he lay down at my side, pressing his lips against my temple. It was several long minutes before my breathing began to calm and the aftershocks stopped convulsing through me.
“Although that was fucking fantastic,” I told him, panting slightly. “I still want to know what garnered that reaction.”
He was silent for so long that I was positive he wouldn’t answer me, but he surprised the hell out of me when he started to explain.
“That man that was beside you all day, the one that gave you a fucking hug. That man was the man that ruined my life. He destroyed me and everything I’d ever hoped I could be. And he did it with a fucking smile on his face,” Silas said emotionlessly.
I started to sit up, but Silas shoved his fingers harder inside of me.
“Stay there,” he ordered darkly.
Given his tone, I felt it prudent to listen to him.
“Who was he?” I asked. “Why’s he so bad?”
“I gotta start from the beginning if you’re going to understand,” he said softly. “And it’s not pretty.”
“Tell me,” I urged, trying my hardest not to grind down on him.
He held his fingers perfectly still, but the entire thing was distracting as hell.
“When I was eighteen, I was recruited out of the military by the CIA,” he said without preamble.
I froze.
He was in the fucking CIA?
Wasn’t that for people…not like him?
Silas was pretty high profile kind of guy. Weren’t CIA agents supposed to be ghost-like people that no one ever saw?
When I didn’t say anything, mostly because I couldn’t stop my mind from whirling in surprise, he continued.
“They recruited me away from the military, the moment I finished basic training. I was a crack shot with a bad attitude. Joined the Marines, but I had a hard on for ignoring anything type of authority figure. I was on the verge of being kicked out, probably just a meeting with my commanding officer away from it, when I was approached by someone. His name was Rotund Rosenthal,” he continued.
My head was spinning trying to process everything he was telling me.
He was recruited for the CIA at eighteen? For real?
An eighteen year old had no clue what they wanted to do with their life.
Let alone to be thrown into that kind of a situation.
“Okay, but if that’s the case, where does that guy from today fit in?” I asked.
“The summer I met Sam’s mother, Leslie, was when I first began my infiltration into a MC that was known for chain-raping women, filming it and selling the videos. They also had a lucrative stable,” Silas said, but I interrupted him.
“What’s a stable?” I asked.
He laughed slightly.
“A stable of prostitutes. They also did some coke dealing on the side. The first time I saw Leslie was the day that they normally did the grabs. She’d been in the sights of one of my ‘brothers’ when I claimed her. I didn’t know what else to do. Goddamn mission and all that shit didn’t care about a few casualties. They were looking at the bigger picture. So, I did what I had to do, only they wanted to film me taking her the first time as my initiation into the club. That was my test. I passed with flying colors,” he snarled.
“You…you raped her?” I asked, my breath again coming out in pants.
When I tried to dislodge him from my body and get up to my knees, he stopped me.
“There’s a reason I have you like this,” he growled, removing his fingers and flipping me to my stomach.
I rolled, breathlessly, and gasped when he straddled my hips, sitting down on me to keep me in place.
“Listen to it all before you go half-cocked,” he ordered.
I snapped my mouth shut and glared.
“I didn’t have a choice. It was either I do that, or the entire fucking club raped her. I didn’t have a choice!” He yelled. “And I didn’t rape her, I seduced her. And then fell in love with her while I was at it. She had no clue why she was there. She thought she was there for a fucking party.”
I didn’t say anything.